I used to like the chase, the cocaine highs of fighting for a relationship.
The two steps forward and three steps back across the dance floor.
I’m not impressed by that anymore.
If you love, love ferociously, because you never know when the tide may change.
Don’t take label as possession.
Take it as a compliment that I want to shout out my love for you to the roof tops.
I know I deserve someone who is fearless in ardor.
and you have always had a courageous heart.
Tell me what pieces she’s broken, and put them on the floor.
We can stitch a new, stable, happy heart that will not deceive you. .
But, my love, do not cut me on those jagged edges where she ends and I begin.
The lines of affection appear blurry.
(Perhaps I’m creating this in my head on a lack of sleep and a whole lot of feels toward everything changing, friends leaving, moving out and on.. just feelin’ silly, gotta shake shake shake it out of me)